Welcome all, to my second fanfic. Its Gundam Seed, i know, i'm sorry! I just a sucker for these these characters. I got this idea from just listening to classical music while studying and I thought it be an awesome story. So here we go! As always reviews are welcome!
Summary: Piano prodigy Cagalli seems to have it all: talent, fans (kind of), expect something she wants- A LIFE! Fed up with her stuffed up piano practicing boring life she decides she needs drastic change. Leaves her prestige music school for public school, joins her brother's band, crushing on the hot drummer, who already has girlfriend and just trying to survive being a sophomore-oh joy!
Chapter 1: I Hate My Life...I NEED A CHANGE!
"Ugh! Cagalli! Its E flat, E flat! Start over!" Really? Its only 8:30 and Mr. Azrael is already on my ass. God! Its Saturday for Pete sake. Instead of sleeping in and waking up at noon like a normal 15 year-old. I'm awake and playing Midnight Damn Sonata for the 10th hundred time!
"I'm waiting!" This guy is really not gonna let up. I sighed and started from the beginning. After playing this damn song so many times I didn't even need to look at the music. I just let my fingers take me into the zone. I must have been doing it right, because tight ass Azrael didn't say anything and let me finish the whole song. "That was better, still not your best but good enough." I guess that's his way of giving a compliment. ''Now lets try some Bach."
Oh God kill me now! I stared at the clock as Mr. Azrael went through his bag looking for the sheet music. Only 30 more minutes of this hell and I'd be free. I'd been playing piano as long as I could well actually play. My mom is the one that got me into and loved playing with her everyday. That's until she got sick and passed away. I thought I stop playing, but I just couldn't. I'd figure it was way for me to still be connect to her some how. However, now I can't stand it. I mostly blame it on the step-monster that Dad married. All she cares about is how her step-daughter is on her way to becoming a world famous pianist and how good it makes her look. Ugh, I just want shove this instrument down her manufactured perfect little neck.
"Here it is!" Mr. Azrael placed the music in front of me bringing me back to my unfortunate, mundane, pathetic life. "You may begin." I looked at the music and began to play. I started off smoothly, but began to stumble and than got back into my rhythm but than stumble again. "AH! Cagalli! Its G dammit its G!"
"I haven't played this piece before, of course its not going to be good!" I shouted back, pounding my hands on the keys.
"Nicol Amalfi can glance at this music and play perfectly!"
"Well I'm not freaking Nicol Amalfi, am I?!"
"Of course not. His dignified, focus and most of all talented! Compared to him, your still nothing but an amateur! Pssh, piano prodigy my ass!" No words came out of my mouth. How the heck do you respond to that? This ladies and gentleman is the man that is supposed to help me ace my audition for the Seed Academy of Music program next summer. This arrogant two face son of jackal!
"I'm done for today. You can leave Mr. Azrael."
"Your damn right I 'm leaving. Next time you better be able to play this piece!" Mr. Azrael packed up his stuff, swearing under his breath and breathing deeply. He rushed passed me and out of the living room, slamming the front door. I pounded both of my hands on the keys in frustration. Day in and day out this is my life. Piano teacher telling you you're crap, sitting at this damn piano bench eight hours a day, and having no life on the weekends. This is how miserable my summer and the last 15 years of my life has been. My whole existence is determine by eighty-eight little keys. Sad, and freaking pathetic. I got up from the piano bench and pulled the cover over the keys and staggered into my room. Since my practice ended early, I should probably start getting ready for school on Monday.
Ah school, you think it be place of normalcy, freedom, escape from stress and just hanging with your best buds. Well if I was normal teenager it would be, but no, I go to the Orb Institute of Music and Art. A hell hole full of fake friends just waiting for the perfect opportunity to backstab you as the make their way to the top of the classical music food chain. The joy of going to high school full of musical prodigy, yay...
I opened the door to my room and collapsed on my bed, staring at my ceiling. Is this really it? Are the next three years going to be like this? No friends, no social life, forget about a boyfriend or my first kiss. Just me, my piano, and Mr. Azrael, forever and ever. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I'm Cagalli Yula Atha, a piano prodigy and total teenage loser.
*7:00 Dinner*
I stared at the meal my step-witch had placed on the table. It looked like meat loaf gone horribly wrong. There was no way I was eating that. I looked around for my other options, bread sticks, potato salad, and rice. They looked incredibly disgusting but a better choices than the brunt animal lying in the middle of the table.
"Cagalli how did practice go today?" Step-witch asked in her fake intrigue voice.
"Fine. Same as usual."
"Do you feel ready for the audition?"
"I guess so, but hard to say since the audition is not until next May and were in August," I put on my fake intrigue voice as well.
"Well, being prepared never hurt anyone now did it. Just looked at Nicol Amalfi." I looked up from plate and glared at her. Nicol Amalfi again? At dinner of all places.
"Um, so Cagalli are you excited for school?" My Dad was a smart guy, he knew just when to cut in.
"Not really, same "excitation" as last year."
"Ah Cagalli, don't be like that. Each year is exciting. Besides maybe this year you can make some friends." Did she really just say that to me? I looked at Dad pleading for him to say something, anything!
"Dear, Cagalli has friends, just not many. And that fine." Wow, thanks Dad. I feel less like a loser now. When was Kira getting here? It was already 7:15! And as God heard my prayer the front door opened. "Hey." At the sound of his familiar voice, I got out of my seat and met him at the door.
"About time! What took so long?"
"Sorry twin sis, band practice ran late."
"Ugh, whatever, just get in there." Kira quietly obeyed me and made his way into the dinning room and took the seat next me.
"Hi Kira, how are you? Step-witch smiled filling his glass with water.
"Not so great. Were having trouble finding a keyboard player."
"What happened to the last one?"
"His grades were slipping so his parents pulled him out."
"That's understandable. School comes first." I rolled my eyes at my Dad's comment. If blamed piano for my grades dropping he be saying the opposite.
"How are your parents?"
"Good. They're getting ready to open up a new art gallery downtown."
"Oh wow! And I'm guessing we'll be getting an invitation?" Step-witch winked at Kira as she took a bite of her disgusting food.
"Definitely." This is how the rest of dinner went. My parents fawning over Kira and me sitting there moving food on my plate and feeling incredibly jealous of his life. Kira and I are twins but were given up for adoption separately. Kira was adopted by the Yamatos and me and Athas. Our parents by weird coincedence knew each other and we grew up as brother and sisters, but go home to different families. Strange to other people but than again its my life so what do you expect.
After dinner Kira and I hung out in my room and I recounted the horror event that was piano practice. "Cagalli if you hate it so much, than quit." Kira sat on my bed and turning on the T.V.
"Of course I want to, but they won't listen. They'll just say I'm just under too much stress and will pass."
"Well, I don't know take some drastic measures."
"Like what? Blackmail? Run away?"
"No idiot. Show them that you mean business."
"That doesn't help."
"Well, sorry that's all I got. Sorry twin sis I gotta run." Kira checked his phone.
"You just got here."
"I know, but I need to get back to band practice."
"Ugh fine leave."
"Love you too." Kira smiled before walking out the door leaving me where I will probably be until I'm dead. In my room, forever alone. Kira is lucky. Band practice sounds a lot more fun and boring piano. I rolled onto my back and stared at my best friend the ceiling. I needed to changed my life fast. Because at this rate, I'll be sitting in this room every night alone until my audi-That's it! I sprung off my bed and ran down the stairs to living room. My father and step-witch were all over the couch reading/cludding. Ick, gross.
"I have something to say." They both look up from their books and turned my way.
"What is it Cagalli?" My dad sat up straight forcing the step-wtich do the same.
"I'm taking a break from piano."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me correctly. I'm taking a break from piano!"Step-witch started to laugh, like I just told the funniest joke in the world.
"Very funny Cagalli. You also have a talent for comedy."
"No I'm serious. I'm quitting piano and I want to transfer schools." Silence filled the room. Neither parental units moved, they just continue to stare at me like I was an alien, speaking in my native tongue.
"Where is this coming from Cagalli?"
"Dad I have no life! All I do is play that stupid instrument day in and day out! I'm literally the only 15 year old that stays home every single weekend! I can't take it anymore! My god, this summer is almost over and the piano has been my only friend!"
"Your over reacting Cagalli."
"No I'm not Natarle! I'm giving you guys a choice. Let me take a break or im skipping out on the audition and quitting piano for good."
"Your joking. She's joking Uzumi."
"You can't force me to play." Step-witch glared at me, but I glared back. She wanted a bitch fight, I'd give her a freaking bitch fight.
"Okay, Cagalli okay."Dad broke the death glare staring contest.
"I'm serious Dad."
"I know. So you can take a break, and I'll let you transfer out of Orb Institute. However, you need to practice somehow for the audition, you have too much talent."
"Kira asked me to be the keyboard player for his band." That's a complete and total lie, but Kira would definitely help me out...right?
"Fine. Its a deal." I firmly shaked my Dad's hand before giving him a bear hug. I danced my up stairs to my room. Sophomore year just a got a whole lot better.
